From time to time mid-watch of a film, my heart will race and hands start to sweat as I get the inkling it has the potential to become an all-time favourite.

However, this hasn't happened for a while. Recently, I've really struggled to enjoy the medium at all, finding it almost impossible to engage or maintain interest regardless of what I was putting on. Naturally, this has left me in a rut of frustration, unable to gain any pleasure from…

Ouch. This broke me.

I generally try to stay away from being overly personal with my writing on here for fear of oversharing but it feels only appropriate here.

My grandparents on my mothers side are creeping into their nineties. Obviously, this is an achievement in and of itself and we're very fortunate that they've lived such long, fruitful lives, including my formative years.

Naturally, with age they are becoming less and less able. It's painful and uncomfortable to watch…

Howards Hawks’ My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. No further questions…

In the interest of full transparency, I watched this last night for the first time, slept, woke up and watched it all over again. Now I can count on one hand the number of films I’ve watched twice in a row, all for different reasons. Mad Max Fury Road to take in all of it’s magnificent chaos. Booksmart to share it with a comedy-loving friend. Ikiru because I couldn’t quite…

Kathryn Bigelow has long been one of American cinemas finest depictors of masculinity. From the heightened machismo of Point Break and Strange Days to the fetishised virility of Near Dark and Blue Steel, she’s always held a fine tuned- if cartoonish- microscope to the male psyche and all that makes us tick. Maybe it’s her unique perspective that gives her an ear to the finespun distinctions between masculine and feminine behaviour? I can’t say for sure, but I do know…